3rd Person Bedtime Story

In the second installment of what promises to be an extremely mediocre blog floating around in the blogosphere, our protagonist lays in bed, unable to sleep yet mind-numbingly exhausted from everything.  He ran the gauntlet of people-visiting and well-wishing (which always involved a flagon of ale).  Daringly, he battled the Scylla and Charybdis of hungover packing and finals-project finishing (the hangovers were of true LeMier/Gietzen proportions and would have fetched a sympathetic word even from Charles Bukowski).  With expert finesse and style he finished packing his bags only 5 hours before his plane takes off.  He feels naked without his phone, sadness for all the great people he is leaving, and excitement for all the great people he will meet.  Mostly he is tired.  Five hours to go…